Page 343 of Saving Forever with the Hockey Captain

Rising from her chair, she walks to the nearest display case, though she still makes no move to unlock it. "Every ring in this room eventually becomes part of a family," she says softly. "Some couples come back twenty-five years later for anniversary bands. Others bring their sons and daughters through these very doors to choose rings of their own."

She rests one hand lightly on the glass. "I've learned something over the years."

"What's that?"

"The happiest marriages never begin with someone trying to buy the biggest diamond."

I can't help smiling. "That's fortunate."

She laughs before reaching into the case. "They begin with someone who already knows exactly who they're asking."

One by one, she places three small velvet boxes on the counter between us.

I look down at the little collection. "They're going to be beautiful."

She opens the first box to a classic solitaire caught the morning sunlight, scattering tiny points of light across the velvet cloth.

"The diamond is lovely," she says. "Simple. Elegant. Timeless."

She closes the lid before opening the second. “This setting carries delicate vintage details that remind me of another era altogether. I've always thought this one looked like a promise that's already kept."

Finally, she opens the third box.

The moment I see it; the rest of the room seems to fade quietly into the background.

The ring isn't extravagant. It isn't trying to impress anyone. A brilliant round diamond rests in a graceful platinum setting, flanked by two smaller stones that seem to draw every bit of attention toward the center instead of competing with it.

Without realizing it, I smile.

Margaret notices immediately. "You looked at that one differently."

"I did."

"What do you see?"

For several moments I simply study it. Then I find myself answering without thinking. "I don't see something flashy. I see something that will still be beautiful fifty years from now."

A smile spreads slowly across her face. "So do I." She gently turns the ring beneath the light one final time before sliding the velvet box toward me. "I think," she said quietly, "you've just met Annette."

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Margaret carefully nestles the ring back into its velvet box before closing the lid with practiced hands. For just a moment, neither of us reaches for it.

Instead, we both look at the tiny box resting between us. It’s remarkable, really. Something so small. Something that will change the rest of my life.

Finally, she slides it gently across the glass countertop. "I'll wrap it for you."

I smile. "Thank you."

She disappeared into the workroom for only a minute before returning with the little box tucked inside a simple cream gift bag. There are no oversized bows or elaborate ribbons, just understated elegance that somehow feels exactly right.

I slip the bag carefully into the inside pocket of my jacket, instinctively resting one hand over it before looking back at her.

"I don't know how to thank you."

"You already did."

I frowned slightly. "I did?"